CG's POV

"So she is alone?" I asked while staring out over the restless Seattle city.

"Yeah. Her friend went out." Elliot groaned into the phone, tired.

I had made Elliot keep an eye on "Jessie" since that random guest bought tokens to tip Ana for her phone number. The idea had made me quite uneasy. For all she knew that guy could trace her phone and find out where she lives. People are crazy, and you never knew what lengths they would go through to stalk someone. Psychos.

"Dude, why are you making me follow this girl again?" Elliot asked, knowing full well I had never given him a reason to begin with.

"I have business to settle with her." I tried to play it off casually, though without any actual idea Elliot would never be wiser.

"Business with a college student who trips over her own feet?" He chuckled, probably remembering an awkward moment he witnessed Ana have while she thought no one was watching.

"What is her address again?"

I took down the address he gave me and told him he could leave the rest to me. I didn't exactly have a busy day in front me – after I canceled a few meetings – and was curious to see what activities Ana would fill her day with...if any at all.

With how I drive, getting anywhere in 20 minutes or less is common, and it didn't take me long before I had arrived outside her house.

I had messaged her last night several times asking her to discontinue the raffle, and she had simply responded to my text like she didn't care whether or not I tipped her anymore.

"You have another thing coming," I read her last text again, "sure, 'Jessie'. Two can play that game."

I had asked her to call me, even saying please in the hopes she would think I was sincere. She needed to discontinue the raffle. I wouldn't ask her again.

To my surprise, it didn't take Ana a long time to emerge from her residence. Her makeup was beautiful, but it was absolutely too heavy for her, and her hair...it flattered her more than she knew. However, whatever atrocity of an outfit she threw together must have been done in the dark. I couldn't help but think how much nicer she would look in a few body harnesses, handcuffed and on her knees.

I watched her climb into her ratty bug and take off.

"Give it a minute, Christian," I said through gritted teeth, "60...59...58..."

I began counting down the minute, forcing myself to stay still and not be too obvious. In this time I wondered if Ana would even remember me from our last face to face run in.

"45...44...43...2...1...Green light."

I sped off from between the two cars I was parallel parked in and followed Ana's every turn. If Elliot were here I would punch him and call "slug bug". It might be childish, but magnate or not, I wasn't completely banned from having fun.

Keeping with her on the freeway was extremely boring. So much in fact, I would let myself fall a ways behind her and then swerve between cars to catch up. When I saw get into the far lane, ready to exit the freeway, I strayed behind her a few cars. Since keeping an eye on her was like watching paint dry, I could afford to be a car...or twenty...away.

Another five minutes on the road and she pulled into a rather upscale Japanese Steakhouse that I had eaten at several times before.

"Treating ourselves are we, Ana? I could go for some lunch, too." I drove further up, busting a U turn and heading back to the restaurant.

I didn't want to be too obvious, so I sat outside of the restaurant for another ten minutes before heading in.

After talking with the people at the front, two employees who knew me very well, I was lead into the dining area. It only took a split second to spot her. She was the only person, other than myself, dining alone.

As I was seated, my eyes still locked on her – her phone in her hands, my own phone began to buzz. Finally, she was smart and decided to text me back.

"Out to dinner. Trust me, I already know, 'Jessie'." I scowled at the last bit of the message.

She was refusing to talk to me if I didn't apologize to her. How silly. She was the one who was willing to create a video for strangers and email it to them. Anytime she was on cam I tried to kill her count as soon as she started exposing herself, or I would drag her into a private chat, to keep her from possibly being recorded by scumbags who would then upload her content to pornographic websites and make money off of it. Her making a video to sell was just asking for trouble.

And because it was a raffle it didn't matter how many tickets I bought, the possibility of someone else winning – even on the slightest off chance – was a risk I was not willing to take.

I decided to let Ana know just how GREY played.

Oh, at the Asian restaurant? How is that?

"Are you ready to order, Sir?" The waiter's high pitched, overly flirty voice broke my cold gaze's focus.

Yes, I thought. That piece of work over at the table across the room – I bet she taste delicious.

"I think hibachi shrimp...and...sake. That will be all for now. Also, could you tell them on the soup I would prefer two instead of the salad. Thanks."

I tried to wave her off, but she took an unnecessarily long time to gather the menu and leave me a straw for my water.

Please, don't embarrass yourself, I thought.

My "wild guess" caught Ana's attention. I could see she was looking around the room, and I put my phone to my ear and pretend to be having conversation while checking my watch. I kept my head low, making my focus less obvious.

Now, now, Ana. What will you do next?

My phone buzzed again, and this time Ana was asking what game I was playing. A game of cat and mouse of course. Little did my sweet, innocent, Ana know, that in just a few months we would be face to face – on a date – to the AVN's. My plans could not fail, I wouldn't let them.

Another handful of text were exchanged, my diligent effort to try and stop the raffle apparent. However, the last text she sent me were very, very displeasing.

'Jessie': I'm not discontinuing the raffle.

I clenched my jaw tightly, my knuckles turning white as I clutched my phone. She was really tying my hands. I watched again as she shoved her phone deep within her purse. Things were about to get incredibly unpleasant for us both if she didn't straighten up.

Angered, I got up from my seat and headed towards the back where the kitchen was located. I had seen the owner, a man very appreciative of my business here, walk back there. I'm sure with a little monetary incentive some things could be arranged to put Ana in a very uncomfortable position.

I had a few positions I would like to put her in myself.

She had her head down looking at her hands. I decided I would purposefully run into her. One, because I was angry, and two, because no matter how much I tried to ignore it, her outfit was terrible. Once I sat back at the table, I would be sure to order her a couple of proper outfits to hug her curves and compliment her appearance. Not make her look so...homely...or...homeless...rather.

She looked up, shocked, when I ran into her. Her wide, doll eyes peered up at me innocently, scared. I glowered at her as menacingly as I could. She definitely did not remember who I was, but I wanted to make sure this time she did. It would make our encounter in Las Vegas at the AVN's that much more interesting.

She held my gaze as long as I stared at her before turning my attention to the kitchen doors. When I walked through them, the owner was just on his way out.

"Ah, Mr. Grey! Is something the matter?" He spoke kindly, unassuming of my ill intention.

"Actually, yes. You see, there is this hideous light blue Volkswagen outside in the parking lot. I need you to have it towed."

"Mr. Grey, I'm sorry. You know we can't just do th-" I slipped a hand into his suit pocket, placing two hundred dollars inside to change his mind.

When he saw the incentive, he seemed persuaded to do exactly as I had asked. Shady business, but in my favor I could turn a blind eye. We both nodded at the arrangement and he went straight for the phone to call the towing company.

"Your move, Ana," I gazed emotionless at her sitting with her head down again as I walked back to my seat.

Once I situated myself, I went onto a rather pricey website one of my mother's friends had mentioned when telling us where she bought all of her dinner party dresses from. There were actually several dresses I thought would suit Ana – or Jessie – and I narrowed it down to the top three. I pulled out the piece of paper with Ana's address on it and entered the information. Well over, 5 thousand dollars later, I decided my excuse would be that her address was available on her Amazon wishlist. It had happened before, and that would give her something to worry about. It would be comical to watch her try and fix the made up error, I was sure.

While I continued to wait for the food, Elliot sent me an invite to a club that was hosting a costume party. I was going to send him back a strongly worded text about how I didn't have time for his stupidity, thinking he was inviting me as some sort of joke, but then an idea hit me.

I decided to call him on the offer.

"Elliot," I said sternly.

"If this is another call about needing me to watch this Ana girl you're going to have to wait. I'm in line to order some food right now Chr-"

"Shut up. Listen, this costume party, it's in a week?"

"Yeah. Ha, are you really going to go?" He sounded surprised.

"I need you to do something for me."

"Oh wow, I've never heard that before."

I rolled my eyes, "You know the blonde girl she lives with?"

"I mean I know of her, obviously." He began to sound suspicious.

"Do you think she's the type to like costume parties?"

* You guys, I did it. I wrote another chapter. Hallelujerr! Just wanted to say again thank you for all the support and it means the world to me! :D I'm glad you guys still enjoy my writing, and I'm sorry updates have been slow. Online courses and cosmetology courses have been RUINING MY LIFE! But during the break I will try to get between 3 and 6 (maybe more, writing gods willing) chapters done!*